It’s 16.05. I have booked a blood test, decided which walk-in centre I will go to for my COVID booster and written a blog post. I have caught up with some WP reading, skimmed the news and made lunch. Earlier today I spent two hours in the back room of a shop drinking tea. It’s not an impressive list of activity and I really should have done better. Specifically, I should have sorted more books and started making some lists of things I need to do before moving.
However, I’m now going to run into the kitchen and make it look untidy so Julia thinks I’ve been doing things.
As I wrote that, she rang. It’s as if we are linked by some cosmic bond. I confess to laziness and she picks up on it from miles away, rings, asking if I have been cooking.
“Yes.” I said.
“No you haven’t.”
How does she know that? Can she read my thoughts at a distance? Is she bugging my computer? Or does experience lead her to suspect I have sat here all day and done nothing?
There’s something uncanny about the woman.
Later this week I am going to start selling on eBay. I have a lot of low value rubbish lying around and it will probably be better to sell it than to give it to a charity shop. I will do a test run and see. If it works I will carry on. If it doesn’t, I can change to Plan B.
Plan A – sell it on eBay.
Plan B – don’t sell it on eBay.
There are obviously a few of the finer details that I need to work on, but that will do for a start.
A lot of stuff to sort through . . .
Julia’s got your number
Definitely.
It is very dangerous to try and work out how a wife can be so aware. It is better to put it down to magic or to little men from outer space.
It is definitely a skill from a different dimension.
Plan A looks the best bet so I hope that it all comes together.
Yes, I must stop procrastinating and do something. On Wednesday.
Good luck sorting through things, Simon. The process is never easy, especially when the items have traveled with one a long time.
I need to adjust my attitude to possessions. After taht it will all be easy . . .